[Most of the time is a good way to put it. Chuck finds that, whenever he's about to work it all up too much in his head, when his brain concocts the most insane outcomes and by then they're so far off the mark that he's not even sure what they're trying to accomplish anymore, it's when Mike reaches and touches him, anchors him down to reality (which is funny, because Mike's sense of 'reality' was always a little skewed and inconsequent as far as Chuck could tell) that Chuck snaps out of his unpleasant kind of reverie, and it gets him to focus on the real things, the ones that don't need thinking at all. On the fact that he'll do whatever it takes to help his friends, to help Motorcity, regardless of how terrifying those odds could be.
The next breath comes with a small hiss, and Chuck almost says Mike's name, but it dies out in the first letter. Mike wants Chuck to touch him, and it turns out to be a compromise, because touching Mike was all Chuck was thinking about ever since he could feel Mike's scent travel up his nose and glue itself against Chuck's brain, with an apparent promise to never leave.
He stretches his hand out, palm pressing over the shirt and sliding upwards just enough that the tips of his fingers are touching the hot skin exposed right over the collarbone of Mike's shirt.]
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The next breath comes with a small hiss, and Chuck almost says Mike's name, but it dies out in the first letter. Mike wants Chuck to touch him, and it turns out to be a compromise, because touching Mike was all Chuck was thinking about ever since he could feel Mike's scent travel up his nose and glue itself against Chuck's brain, with an apparent promise to never leave.
He stretches his hand out, palm pressing over the shirt and sliding upwards just enough that the tips of his fingers are touching the hot skin exposed right over the collarbone of Mike's shirt.]